Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Procol Harum to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
The Standells,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
Khruangbin,
Tres Demented,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
Loose Ends,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.